Inundation
When we met you flooded me with promise...
I used to be able to write.
I would have no trouble putting pen...
the wintry chill of the morning-
it washes over our prone bodies...
I know sometimes I cause you pain,
Even when you respect me and hold me in high...
Crosses and arrows.
X's and O's...
You who cast your living snobbery against
our years long past ought to bear it lightly...
In the shadows lingers
a figure whom embraces...
When God whispers your body
to my seizing hands...
Man must make run the 'errands'
To escape from the the noise that invades...
The mists of our time apart never seem
to clear more than a waterfall of sadness...
As we breezed
hoisting...
It's been a while since I saw your face
How you starred at me, your eyes so amaze...